Pic of the Day: “Why don’t you face facts, Grandma?” “Oh, Rhoda… when you’re seventeen and the world’s beautiful, facing facts is just as slick fun as dancing or going to parties, but when you’re seventy… well, you don’t care about dancing, you don’t think about parties anymore, and about the only fun you have left is pretending that there ain’t any facts to face, so would you mind if I just kind of went on pretending?”